To all who served
and to
those who waited at home

Thank  You!!

"It is the soldier, not the reporter,
Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier,
Who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag."

Father Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC





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A special tribute that must be read if you are a citizen of the  USA

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together , a piece of shrapnel in the leg
- or perhaps another sort of inner steel:  the soul's  ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear  no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking.

So what is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia  sweating two gallons a day
making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of  fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy
behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite
bravery near the 38th parallel.

She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep
sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved
countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members
into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with  a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him  by.

He is any of the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose
presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory
of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the
battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow
- who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all  day
long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come..

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being
- a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country,
and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness,
and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest,
greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just
lean  over and say "Thank You." 
That's all most people need, and in most cases it will  mean more
than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".

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Bring them Home

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ęGary and Becky Earls 1998, 1999,2000